Best Crucifix Poems

A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates...

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“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the...

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His narrow eyes, misguided lies
Misguide his narrow plan,
To cleanse the world from demons, he
Was called The Preacher Man.

“I see no proof, I hear no truth!
Your...

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Too many years spent in depression buried beneath a pile of regrets
pills of every color aside my glass, cuts of every size scabs included
Broken pieces...

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Description of The Funeral of Atala (Funérailles d'Atala or Atala au tombeau), 1808, Louvre

I sauntered through the Louvre, observing art.
One painting struck me for its...

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I.
Father,
my knees
quiver and quake,
they bend
then break
like a reed
ensnared in
the tempest’s throes

II.
My sanguine palms,
stammering in fear of
Your reprisal,
whimper in their
muted state,
rendered silent by
their barbarity

III.
This timber crucifix,
once...

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Reflecting in her garden sits a winsome little maid;
She holds a purple flower like the circlet that she made
And wrapped about her braids to grace...

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The dank petrichor of grainy night,
meters stand like gravestones, 
the obsidian avenue slick as a sapphire,
windowed granite rising in sharp cut shadows,
wind gusting, tumbleweed clouds...

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“The Evolution of a Broken Heart”



In thy hands, 
I gently placed it

lacking hesitation’s pleas and virtues
‘twas ne’er a time to be uncourageous
plucked somewhere from deep...

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I can't help but laugh, because you thought you could get over.
You followed me down the path through the garden of the four leaf clover.

You...

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Dear Lord
I think Heaven is a price I can't afford
If such a place did exist
I would've hesitated before I wrote this
Since a kid I was...

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This morning woke up golden smiling 
headed into town on the car
coming down from the mountain
standing tallest in this small town
Driving up the hill top...

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we sat, my brother and I
leaning against the old wood pannels of the room
the smoke engulfed us like breath
as the threat of violence loomed

his voice...

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Sometimes
I woke up late and in an outrage.
Alone, did I always have to take a backstage?
Silently she would leave the cottage early
Leaving me on my...

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